Lovely [Hypnosis Mic]

Lovely [Hypnosis Mic]

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El dolor que uno siente al saber que fue engañado es... horrible. Te sientes estúpido, inútil, deprimido, despreciado, usado y, además, te das cuenta que has sido un completo ciego. Esos son algunos de los pensamientos que se llegan a sufrir, sumado al vacío tormentoso de ser consciente que te han arrancado una parte de ti. A pesar de verte fuerte no estás bien. Muchas veces él se lo aclaro a si mismo. Pero es un idiota, porque a pesar de sus propias advertencias, aceptó ser el plato de segunda mesa. Es un idiota por creer que cambiarían en solamente tres años los sentimientos de ese hombre. Es un idiota por aceptar las caricias frías que le entregaba el pelimorado. Es un idiota por ilusionarse con los "Te amo" que creía en algún momento serían verdaderos. Pero ahí está de rodillas, rogando afecto de ese alguien, a sabiendas que nunca lo tendrá.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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